Post Mothers Day Blues

If you are like me, you are going through Mothers Day withdrawal! I learned last year to tell all the kids that their placement in our wills depended on the gifts I received for Mothers Day. So…..instead of just getting texts on my phone spelling out, “hi mom, love ya, HMD to you, your little angel”, this year was a little different. A weekend of precious phone calls from children and grandchildren, Randy, taking me out to every meal over the weekend so I didn’t have to cook, the doorbell ringing and trying to answer with a look of “oh my, they shouldn’t have” but accepting the gifts of flowers, edible arrangements or candy, surprise cards in my Bible from Randy when I opened it at church, well, yes, I am a little down today. This past weekend made me remember why I wanted to be a mom in the first place. Last year, I volunteered some of our kids to the Peace Corp for the next two years in Yemen. This year, it was easy to forget all the nights I didn’t get any sleep when they were little. The emergency rooms at midnight when their fever won’t go down; The poop on the front porch because they didn’t want to take the time to come in to use the bathroom, the “oh mom, I volunteered you to bake a cake for 35 kids for tomorrow, which I heard when I tucking the little darling in bed at 9 p.m. But, back to reality..clothes are in the washer, beans are cooking on the stove and my phone hasn’t rang all morning…….So……am trying to think of what I can use to get their attention for my birthday, coming up in July. I’m thinking that I might tell them that since it is very obvious that they struggle with time to shop for their mom, Randy and I will just come live with them to help them raise their children, that way, they will have time for all the important things in life, like shopping for their mom and dad….will let you know about all the great gifts I receive for my birthday!